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“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Sorry, let me elaborate on my question.Excuse me, who do you think you are to tell me what I can and cannot do?”
“I’m serious, Bellamy. I don’t want you around him.”
“I can understand why you wouldn’t. After all, you don’t want every ‘quick fuck’ to meet your dad."
Fuck. She’d overheard that.
I run my hand through my hair, frustratedly. Why can’t she just listen and not give me a hard time for once?
“Don’t you dare look frustrated. I’m the injured party here.” She says, tying her laces with hands that tremble with anger. “I’m trying to be patient with you and get to know the real you, Rogue, but you make it really hard.”
She loops her second lace with a violent tug and stands up. I grab her arm as she tries to shove past me.
“Where are you going?”
“For a walk. I need to clear my head.” She says. “Like I said, he oversees my scholarship so if he wants to meet with me, I’ll happily agree. And frankly I don’t give a damn whether you have an issue with that or not.”
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I march back into the kitchen, fists clenched and temper violent.
“Why are you back here? Don’t you have a new plaything whose life you can ruin in America?” I ask, my anger a noose around my neck. My breaths are hacking and shallow.
He likes them young, my father. I’ve caught him fucking girls my age since before I was legal. Disgust roils in my stomach as I think of the things he’s done.
“Thornton told me you had her record expunged.”
He’s still focused on Bellamy. Any interest he shows her is dangerous. He’s a shark in the water smelling blood and he’ll attack the both of us if I don’t play this right.
I walk around him and to the fridge, forcing him to turn around and face me. Pulling a bottle out of the fridge, I uncap it and take a nonchalant sip.
“Why do you care?”
“It’s not every day my son shows interest in anything, let alone a girl. What is she to you?”
“Nothing. I was bored and decided she’d be good entertainment. That’s all.”
He takes a menacing towards me. I cross my arms and stand firm, used to his intimidation tactics.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“My life is none of your fucking business. What I do or don’t do with Bellamy has nothing to do with you. I won’t be subjected to whatever this interrogation is just so you can get your rocks off on whatever information I give you. Go back to America, you’re not needed or wanted here.”
It’s a testament to the speed of sound that I hear the crack of his fist on my jaw before I feel it. I’d been expecting it, lately this is how every interaction ends with him, but I’m hardly prepared for the force of the blow.
Water flies everywhere as the bottle leaves my hand and drops to the floor.
“Show a little respect.” He booms.
Funny that Bellamy asked for the same.
I turn my face away as I see his fist come down again. I brace for impact.
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